Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

The next day, at dawn, Voldemort sensed Lucius leaving Malfoy Manor.

He stood by the window, a hint of coldness on his face, watching Lucius's hurried figure gradually move away, until it completely disappeared beyond the gate.

Lucius, that fellow, is indeed a rare talent, with a rich family, prominent status, shrewd methods, and good execution.

However, he has too many small thoughts, always likes to ponder other people's intentions, and from time to time harbors his own calculations.

Last night, he repeatedly said that sending the diary to Hogwarts was to target Dumbledore, but in reality, it was because more than ten years had passed, he felt that he had completely disappeared, and wanted to dispose of the items he left behind, and then sever the relationship.

Does he really think I can't see through these little thoughts? What a joke!

To be honest, this kind of incomplete loyalty is often what Voldemort cannot tolerate the most. If it weren't for the great usefulness of the Malfoy family, he would have turned Lucius into a corpse last night.

His gaze was slightly cold, and the image of Lucius's embarrassed appearance last night appeared in his mind: sweating profusely, kneeling on the ground in fear to confess his sins, just like a pet dog being taught by its owner.

"However..." Voldemort's thoughts turned, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Knowing fear is good, with fear in his heart, this talent will be more obedient and easier to use."

Look, isn't this execution coming? He went to carry out the task I arranged for him at the crack of dawn.

It's a pity that Voldemort doesn't know that Lucius only appears to be obedient on the surface, but in reality, he has already transformed into a professional undercover agent.

The reason he got up so early, besides acting for Voldemort, was also to quickly report the meeting content.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, Lucius found a secluded place to quietly contact Sebastian.

Afterward, he followed Sebastian's instructions and came to a safe house in the suburbs of London, where he met the other party.

"Mr. Swan, I have important matters to report to you." Lucius stepped forward quickly, his tone carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Don't rush, Senior, sit down and speak slowly," Sebastian's face revealed a profound expression, "Is it about the Death Eater meeting last night?"

Hearing this, Lucius's body stiffened slightly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

It turned out that besides himself, there was also Sebastian's undercover agent in the ranks of the Death Eaters, and they had informed Sebastian of the news after the meeting dispersed last night.

He tentatively asked Sebastian, "You already know?"

"Yes," Sebastian nodded lightly, smiling and saying, "Besides you, Senior, there are others who can't stand the Dark Lord's ways and have joined our team."

In fact, after the meeting last night, Snape contacted Sebastian through the magic mobile phone and explained in detail everything that happened at the meeting.

However, Sebastian didn't intend to let Lucius know that Snape was also an undercover agent.

"For the sake of safety, you and I are in single-line contact. Only when the time is ripe can I arrange for you to meet and cooperate with each other, but before that, please understand, Senior."

"Understand, of course, I understand." Lucius squeezed out a flattering smile, but his words revealed a hint of helplessness and unwillingness.

At the same time, figures flashed through his mind, Avery, Nott Sr., Yaxley, etc. As long as they had any dealings with Swan Alchemy, they were all on his list of suspects, but there were too many candidates, and everyone seemed suspicious.

Damn it!

Who exactly is this person who stole my credit?

This is clearly bullying me for serving Voldemort closely, with limited actions, and taking the opportunity to pick up the cheap.

Fortunately, Voldemort left me alone last night and said some words, which is my unique advantage.

To be honest, apart from the frustration of having his credit stolen, Lucius didn't think there was anything wrong with Sebastian's way of developing multiple undercover agents.

On the contrary, he felt that this move of having multiple secret lines was really necessary, because it could maximize the prevention of undercover agents providing false information or missing information.

Following such a leader who does things cautiously is actually more reassuring.

Lucius cursed the colleague who stole his limelight in his heart, and after thinking about his own advantages, he quickly said, "Verbal expressions inevitably have situations where words fail to convey the meaning. How about this, I'll extract the memories from last night, and you can compare them to prevent that colleague's information from being incomplete."

"That's good too. I haven't seen the Dark Lord for a few days, and I really miss him a bit." Sebastian nodded with a smile, took out the Pensieve, and let Lucius put his memories into it.

After watching all the memories, Lucius directly suggested.

"Mr. Swan, the Dark Lord is preparing to summon Dementors, giants, and werewolves. We'd better make arrangements and plans early."

"Also, you just saw that Snape is extremely dissatisfied with your taking over his Headmaster's authority. You must be more careful in the future. Also, you must pay attention to the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest."

"It doesn't matter," Sebastian waved his hand, his face showing no joy or anger, "Since I already know, then they won't be able to make any waves."

Seeing that the other party had a plan, Lucius didn't say more, but put on a serious expression: "Mr. Swan, you just saw that although the Dark Lord was angry about me losing the Horcrux, he only tormented me with the Cruciatus Curse."

In Lucius's view, he had actually prepared to lose half his life last night, and he never expected that Voldemort would let him go with just one Cruciatus Curse.

Voldemort's attitude gave Lucius a bold idea.

He hesitated for a while and said to Sebastian: "I suspect that the Dark Lord has more than one Horcrux, otherwise, his reaction shouldn't be so...so mild."

"Of course, this is just my guess," Lucius wasn't so sure, "Because the creation of a Horcrux requires splitting the soul, and splitting one's soul multiple times is somewhat crazy no matter how you think about it."

(I've been feeling dizzy from seeing the doctor these past two days. I barely managed to write a chapter tonight, so I can only say sorry to everyone.)